Secondhand Poems - Poems about Secondhand

Swirling smoke and tobacco cheeks; leave no glass on the patio. Plastic water bottle filled to the gills with butts. children don’t care - off in their own world. generation gap is apparent as one grows old. Young will carry on. What will the world be? I breathe, I sigh, I hold my breath; eventually, I inhale secondhand smoke, and try to reach, teach, inspire these kids, but I...

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"Long has My grace been proffered Long has intercession been offered Short is My space for repentance 'On my terms!' frames their resistance 'Tis not I who needs to change Defying My terms will estrange Worship Me in spirit and truth Stop treating My words as uncouth My Vineyard I designed to produce But not all of My grapes have juice These are destined for...

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it was almost midnight and we with our fingers laced around Marlboro beyond blue cigarettes were staring out the window which was open so that our guilt and smoke could escape on the wind and we wouldn’t get caught....

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. for public domain [ Hey, man! New threads? ] Tomorrow morning, I jump into a new pair of pants. They're not fancy, not pressed and sleek, like pants Fred Astaire would wear to dance. They're not so new. They're second hand, but not worn so thin that they feel pansy. The thread's not weak like thin skins drunkards wear, too full of gin. These pants are...

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Second Hand Shoe Bright and new, Stitching over and through, Not sure of your journey but inner confidence beams through. Boxed off and brave, And now it begins, A lifetime of wonder, Or a lifetime of sins. Looking ahead full of bravado and grace, Soon filled with warmth, Off the shelf post haste. Gazed upon by jealous green eyes,...

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